Mo Dao didn't know that the sword cultivator in front of him would be such a stinky fart, and he thought that others would be intimidated by his sword, and all he was thinking about was how to kill with one blow.

But now Mo Dao can't think about it too much, after all, the flying sword was only split down in an instant, Mo Dao could only prepare for a short time, and then just a little under his feet, the whole person rushed towards the sword cultivator.

This time, Mo Dao poured the last bit of aura into his legs, and then the speed of the whole person also became extremely fast, he wanted to kill this sword cultivator with one blow, so this punch contained ten percent of his strength.

Mo Dao's muscles were already tense, in order to be able to resist the sword of Senior Brother Nangong, the sword of the innate master was absolutely terrifying, and he didn't know what it would be like for him to resist this sword.

It may be directly split in half by this mountain-like sword intent, Mo Dao secretly thought in his heart, this was a blow from an innate master after all, how could he not take it to heart.

But now, it is useless for him to think more, after all, he has already rushed out, and he can only hope that the Mo family fist taught by the master can kill this sword cultivator with one blow.

If he couldn't kill with one blow, give this sword cultivator breathing space, and take this sword again, then Mo Dao would probably have to wait for death, so he had to go all out for this blow.

Senior Brother Nangong was wielding the flying sword, beaming with pride, he felt that his sword could completely kill this hillbilly, after all, he was a cultivation genius in the Jade Void Palace, but he was already an innate level at such a young age.

You must know that many middle-aged people have not broken through the Great Perfection of the Day After Tomorrow, and they have been stuck in the Great Perfection of the Day After Tomorrow for I don't know how many years, but Nangong broke through all of a sudden and became a legend among the disciples in the Yuxu Palace.

It's just that he never expected that the hillbilly he looked down on was motionless just now, but now he rushed towards him as if he didn't want to die, and this speed was a fight with the escape just now.

Senior Brother Nangong was taken aback, and hurriedly urged the big sword to quickly slash down towards Mo Dao, because he was in a hurry to chop the sword down, so the power of this sword was somewhat reduced, but he was still confident that this sword would definitely be able to split this hillbilly in half.

It's a pity that Mo Dao's movements were too fast, and the flying sword was just about to slash into Mo Dao's body, Mo Dao's fist had already appeared in front of Senior Brother Nangong, and he only felt a steamed bun-sized thing hit his face, and then there was a sharp pain in his head.

The flying sword slashed directly at Mo Dao's back, and the sword almost completely submerged into Mo Dao's body, although he had tried his best to protect himself, but in the face of a flying sword of an innate master, he was still not enough to see if he practiced foreign kung fu.

With a "bang", like a watermelon exploding, a stream of liquid sprayed on Mo Dao's face, and at the same time, Senior Brother Nangong suddenly weakened his legs, fell to his knees on the ground, and his whole body fell to the ground with a bang, and he couldn't die anymore.

Although Mo Dao was hit by a sword, this sword did not hurt the bones, it may be related to Senior Brother Nangong's rush to drop the sword, so the power of the flying sword weakened, Mo Dao glanced at the sword cultivator's neck that was still bleeding, and couldn't help sighing.

And in the sky not far away, the rest of the sword cultivators also caught up, and Mo Dao did not stop, endured the severe pain on his back, and ran towards the gate of the temple in front.

The two little monks guarding the temple were only one left at this time, and the other saw Mo Dao and the two fighting just now, so he went to inform the abbot, after all, this kind of fight in front of the Buddha Gate, Famen Temple could not sit idly by.

The little monk looked at Mo Dao with a sword on his back, and didn't know whether to let him in, just when he hesitated, Mo Dao directly pushed open the door of Famen Temple and broke in.

"Damn it, let him hide in the Famen Temple!" a sword cultivator said with an angry face, "Let's take a look at Senior Brother Nangong first, he, he was blown off the head by that kid!" The other sword cultivator said with a look of horror.

After all, if he can blow up the head of an innate master, then this person must not be underestimated, not to mention that they also saw that Mo Dao was hit by a sword in his back, and he was already very strong to be able to resist a blow from a congenital master.

These sword cultivators themselves couldn't resist Senior Brother Nangong's sword, "Senior Brother Haomiao, why don't we take Senior Brother Nangong back to the palace first, and let Elder Nangong go to trouble this kid." A sword cultivator whispered.

"That's all there is to it, let's go. Senior Brother Hao Miao nodded, and then asked the other sword cultivators to carry away Senior Brother Nangong's body, and then sent the flying sword out of Famen Temple.

When Mo Dao entered the Famen Temple, he heard a burst of chanting, but he had just received a sword, and his back kept bleeding, Mo Dao put his hand on the sword handle behind him, and then gritted his teeth.

"Ahh

It's a pity that the wound caused by this flying sword is too huge, and Mo Dao wants to heal it by himself, that is, it is a fool's dream, so he can only stop the bleeding first, and not let himself bleed to death, he staggered towards the temple and continued to walk.

At this time, a group of monks walked out surrounded by an old monk, and when the old monk saw Mo Dao like this, he couldn't help but fold his hands and read: "Amitabha, good, good, you go over and see what this benefactor has been injured." ”

Several Buddhist disciples hurriedly ran to Mo Dao's side and began to check Mo Dao's injuries, it didn't matter if they didn't look at it, as soon as they saw the deep visible wound on Mo Dao's back, they almost didn't vomit it directly.

After all, although this sword did not hurt the bones, the torn wound had already reached the bone surface, revealing the bones of Bai Sensen inside, although the wound at this time was full of blood, but it had been stopped by Mo Dao.

"Yuan Hui, take the little donor to the meditation room, I want to heal the little donor. The old monk instructed a monk next to him, this old monk is the abbot of Famen Temple, the respected master Tianhong.

This Tianhong Master's cultivation has reached the Innate Great Perfection, and even Han Xiangzi can't live three moves under him, after all, the difference between the Innate Great Perfection and the late congenital stage is not a star and a half, and even the same master of the Innate Great Perfection has different strengths.

The monk named Yuan Hui next to him hurriedly agreed, and then helped Mo Dao to the meditation room, and the abbot of Tianhong took a few disciples of the Yuan generation to the meditation room, and then instructed a disciple to get some pills.

Abbot Tianhong took a closer look at Mo Dao's wound, and couldn't help frowning, this level of injury could not be healed by pills alone, he put his hand on Mo Dao's back, and then transferred his true qi to Mo Dao's body.

But as soon as this true qi entered the body, the abbot of Tianhong couldn't help but sigh, and then quickly took his hand down, he sighed helplessly, and shook his head again: "Donor, your muscles and veins are so strange, as soon as my true qi enters, it is like a mud cow entering the sea." ”

"Master, I was born with a burning vein, and I can't cultivate. Mo Dao explained to the abbot of Tianhong, "I see, Yuan Jue, return the nine pills to me." Abbot Tianhong said to the disciple who had just taken the pill.

The disciple named Yuan Jue hurriedly handed the medicine bottle containing the Nine Returns Pill to the abbot of Tianhong, and the abbot of Tianhong poured out a pill of the Nine Returns Pill and handed it to Mo Dao: "This is the Nine Returns Pill refined by Lao Wei, and it is good for the injury for the little benefactor to eat it." ”

Mo Dao took the Nine Returns Pill and thanked the abbot of Tianhong: "Thank you, Master!" This Nine Returns Pill was fragrant, I don't know what it was made of, Mo Dao chewed the Nine Returns Pill, and swallowed it with a movement in his throat.

"Donor, I'm going to clean this wound for you now, it may hurt a little. Abbot Tianhong reminded Mo Dao, "Master, don't worry, I'm not afraid of pain." Mo Daoqiang squeezed out a smile.

Abbot Tianhong nodded, and as soon as he brushed his hand on Mo Dao's wound, the true qi emanated from his hand, and then turned into a flame and stroked Mo Dao's wound, "Damn!" Mo Dao called out suddenly.

This flame came and went quickly, so Mo Dao's wound was not scorched, and the abbot of Tianhong withdrew his true qi, and sprinkled a medicine bottle from Yuan Jue on Mo Dao's wound.

As the medicine powder was sprinkled on the wound, Mo Dao's face also turned pale, and the dignified Famen Temple actually sounded a pig-like cry, and Mo Dao greeted the eighteen generations of the ancestors of the abbot of Tianhong in his heart.

"This is muscle-building jade ginseng powder, which is the most effective for wound healing. Abbot Tianhong said and closed Mo Dao's wounds together, and then pressed the wound with his hand, and at the same time urged the true qi to heal Mo Dao's wounds.

"Master, I don't know if I should say something or not?" Mo Dao hesitated for a moment and asked, "Amitabha, since you don't know, then you don't need to ask." Abbot Tianhong said slowly.

Mo Dao heard what Abbot Tianhong said, so he didn't ask anything more, Abbot Tianhong was using his true qi to heal himself, and Mo Dao also urged the aura to make the wound heal quickly, so the wound behind Mo Dao healed very quickly.

Mo Dao couldn't see it, but the rest of the disciples could see it, and there was a trace of white gas coming out of the top of Abbot Hong's head that day, and they couldn't help but sigh that the abbot was kind-hearted, and he actually tried his best to save a stranger.

After a long while, Abbot Tianhong finally took care of his merits and said to the disciples beside him: "Yuan Hui, you take the little donor to the guest room to rest for a while, and by the way, take care of the little donor." The monk named Yuan Hui folded his hands together: "The disciple takes the order!"

Mo Dao felt that the wounds behind him seemed to grow together, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised, after all, his injuries were not light, although he was soaked in various herbs by his master since he was a child, and he used various methods to quench his body, so the healing speed of his body was particularly fast.

But the injuries caused by flying swords like this, if he relied on himself, I am afraid that he would not be able to get better in ten days, and I don't know if it was the Jiu Hui Dan Li and the muscle-building injuries, or the skill of the abbot of Tianhong was too profound.